The long week
It had been a long day, long week. Long month now that rut was over and his hormones finally settled down enough that he could walk around without lust riding his frontal lobe. Now that there wasn’t a constant hard on under his robes and he could hide his wings and horns again he went back to work, and had spent the last 38 hours taking care of the tasks he had let slip.
But in that process he had forgotten something equally important… sleep.
He hadn’t had any coffee or energy drinks, and by the time he dragged his carcass up two flights of stairs to the cardinals quarters for the final time he felt like the sand man had dropped a full sack on his head. Hand on the door handle he thought he had made it, that he could get in and finally go to bed. But that didn’t exactly happen as he felt himself yawn… and again. Then one more time. And then another yawn that was so big he had to lean himself against the door frame.
Oo that felt nice, not being directly on his feet… maybe he could stand here for a moment.
What should have been a few seconds turned into a few minutes. Then turned into a full grown man sliding down the wall with his hand still firmly wrapped around his doorknob. By the time he hit the ground he was asleep, crumpled in a ball as his halo lit up the hallway. The silent hall was filled with the soft sounds of snoring well into the morning…
The sudden hug had him caught off gaurd, he wasn’t expecting physical contact. While it was welcomed, his shoulder still tightened as he gave a slightly awkward laugh.
“Si claro, i look forward to lunch. I’m sorry for keeping you up so much later than you likely planned.” Scratching at the back of his neck, once free of the hug, he spun on his heels and made his way towards the door to let Klaus out. ”Buona notte, signore Klaus.”
Once alone, and he was sure no one was waiting outside his door, Salavtore let out a sigh that he had been holding back. He was always careful not to be noticed, not to be caught when he was wearing thin and now someone knew. It wasn’t entirely bad, he needed someone in his corner to tell him to slow the fuck down once in a while. But Klaus knows to much now, he has seen the scars, knows his background, and knows that Salvatore won’t stop until he crashes.
How embaressing, to be caught by the dad of the ministry. Now someone else cares about him far more than he anticipated. Rose from a hateful little voice in the back of his mind.
Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts to the side and frowned as he set the cane right against the door. He can’t leave without it being in the way this time. With unaided gait he wandered back towards his bed, peeling open the curtains just enough to slip through into the embrace of near total darkness. Had it not been for his halo it would be perfect darkness, but he created his own personal nightlight.
Hand on the bed, he slid around the edge until he finally rolled in, laying atop the fine quilts and sheets as his mind buzzed.
He was tired, exhausted, depressed, horny. This was a terrible mix. He could kill one issue to solve the other three…
Grabbing his phone from the night stand where he left it from his last return before he passed out infront of the door he sent off a text to one of the men who were usually up at this ungodly hour. He could sleep and deal with his depression in the morning after draining another mans balls.